Page 40 of Until We Meet Again

"Imagine for a moment that I'm not your teacher. What would you want?"

"Date three." I quickly answer before devouring the last bite of the most amazing grilled cheese I've ever tasted.

"Trust me, sweetheart, we're past date three."

"So, where do we go from here?"

He inhales deeply and stands to his full height, gripping the island's edge in his large hands, and I'm distracted once again, imagining what those hands are capable of.

"Well, we have two options.The first is to put an end to it, and I mean really put an end to it. It means switching classes and no more contact."

"And the second option?"

Because the first is clearly not going to happen, and we both know it.

"The second is to risk everything and give in to whatever this is between us." He slides a second mug of coffee across the island, and his fingers beckon my plate, which I push toward him, but he still refuses to come near me.

"Can I ask you a question?" He nods, and I search for the right words. "Why would you risk everything for a casual hookup?"

"Don't ever label yourself a casual hookup, Tessa, because that's not what this is. I know I can't give you the fairy tale, love, or anything else that comes with it, but I'll never think of you as someone I'm just fucking. It's more than that, and you know it."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying we're going to have to be careful, aren't we?" I can't help but smile. My teeth graze my lower lip as he rounds the island. "If I keep trying to ignore how I feel, if I keep fighting it, someone's going to find out anyway because I lost all fucking control of myself today." He steps closer to me, his eyes fixed on mine. "Can you stop this? Because I can't stop thinking about you." He slowly turns the stool and rests his hands on my thighs. As he opens my legs, he presses himself against me and leans in close, his lips grazing my ear. "Tell me what you want, Tessa."

"I want you to touch me," I respond without hesitation, voicing my truth and what I need from him.

"Where? Here?" I nod as his lips brush against my collarbone, my eyelids flutter shut, and his hands tighten around my thighs. "How about here?" His tongue then glides over my throat and along my jawline before he thrusts it wildly into my mouth, kissing me with the same hunger that I felt the first time his lips touched mine.

I grip his muscular arms as I allow this man to consume me, savoring the warmth of his skin and the feel of his arm hair brushing against my fingertips. As the temperature rises between us, I guide his hands further up my thighs before finally pulling away from his kiss.

"Stop teasing me and touch me, Zane." He smirks and playfully backs away from me.

He grips the hem of his T-shirt and removes it, leaving me salivating at the sight of him. Hard lines define his body, and every muscle tenses as I shamelessly feast my eyes upon him, gradually descending to his V-shaped area, just above where his sweatpants begin.

After he lightly taps the island's surface and supports me as I slide onto it, he moves his body back into mine.

"Have you imagined me touching you?" With a light touch, he strokes one of my nipples over the lace of my shirt. His fingertips glide over the firm bud it's become while his lips gently lower onto the other, drawing it into his warm, wet mouth through the fabric, causing a moan to escape my lips.

He slowly takes off my shirt, leaving me in my bra, and I watch as his greedy eyes take me in before I unclasp it and allow my breasts to fall free. His eyes scan my body, his breath catches, and I feel nothing but powerful when the word "beautiful" leaves his lips in a hushed whisper.

His fingers drop to my belly ring, where he plays with it before returning my gaze. "This is very fucking sexy." He reaches for the buttons on my jeans, carefully opening each one. "When you imagine my hands on your body, do you touch yourself?"

"Yes." As I exhale, his possessive mouth claimsmine, my pussy pulsing with every swipe of his tongue, and when I kick off my heels, he reaches down andpulls my jeans from me, exposing my tiny red thong.

His eyes lower, and he stares atthe thin fabric barely covering me. "I fucking love this color on you. You know why?"

"Why?"

"Because it shows me just how wet you are for me." I throb at his words and watch as his fingers play with the string before heslides my underwear away from my body. My thighs aredrenched in my arousal, and I know that as soon as he spreads my legs, he'll see the effect he's had on me.

He spins the bar stool around and sits, parting my legs and letting out a low groan."You're so beautiful," he says before he traces his tongue along my thighs. He showers my skin with tender kisses before his hands slip beneath my ass, and he pulls me to the very edge of the island. "Usually, I'd want you to watch me while I feast on your cunt, but since this is your first time, I want you to lie back and just feel it."

I swear I almost just came.

His hand gently guides me down onto the surface, causing me to flinch at the sudden coldness against my back.

Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he effortlessly pulls them over his shoulders. As he draws closer, his breath caresses my skin.

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